By Cynthia Forbes
She waits for her little friend at the entrance to the zoo on a May morning that smells of wisteria. Usually, they play pretend games. If he spots an imaginary fire from the play-set loft, she rushes with an invisible firehose to extinguish it. If they build a block village, he decides where to park the toy cars. Today she hopes to hold his hand while they watch giraffes and kangaroos. If he remembers her. Months have passed since their last playdate.
There he is with his parents! She waves her arm, and he runs to her, shouting her name, “Granny!”
Love it!
I wondered where that was going – brilliant twist! Really enjoyed it.
So sweet!
I love this! So sweet and such a lovely twist.
Love it and as a doting Nana I know only too well hearing your name called out by a grandchild is pure magic. Love the twist in the story never expected that
Beautiful!
Sweet
Beautiful story of the love between grandparents and grandchildren.
The sweetest story! I’ll certainly remember this next time I see my grandchildren.
Happiness!
Beautiful and sweet!
I loved this! Such a sweet story of a boy and his granny. My great grandmother was called Granny Fox, so it really resonated with me.